Oh Little Leprechaun, Where are You?

"As sure as there are leprechauns to make a wish come true, 'tis nothing but the happiest of days I’m wishing you."

~Irish Blessing

I'll take responsibility for this one.  

It was all my fault.

It all started when I told her that today was an extra special day.  

Her interest completely piqued when I told her about wearing green or getting pinched.  

At that point, she was all about the shamrock kerchief.

Precious Little One, she looked everywhere.  

She searched behind every shrub and under every tree, sniffing and investigating all the little nooks and crannies.  I'm pretty sure there was a genuine combination of interest and awe in regards to having a little leprechaun to play with.

She even closed her eyes and counted to ten.  

"Olly Olly Oxen-free!" she declared.

                          

You've just gotta love CT and her over-active, creative imagination.  She gets it honestly.

Fulfilling My Promise: A Picture of Possiblity

"I dwell in possibility."
~ Emily Dickinson

Can't you just picture it~quietly lounging on that oh-so-sweet sun porch with refreshing glass of lemonade? Or, perhaps it's evening, the sun is setting, and you're settling in with a cup of coffee, the evening newspaper, and your trusty little dog. Do you envision a little lamp burning on a wicker end table, while a few vanilla scented candles permeate the air?

Maybe it's a rainy morning. The smell of damp grass and morning fog gently creep between the nooks and crannies of the deteriorating boards. You are nestled amongst the pillowed chaise-lounge and an antique quilt. The quilt is made of tattered yellow and baby-pink fabrics.

The leaves are falling and the porch finds itself adorned with mums and pumpkins and a few cornstalks. Children come to trick-or-treat and find a hospitable resting place, complete with warm apple cider and homemade pumpkin gobs. They take a candy-collecting break, talk about where to go for the best treats, and scope out their current stash. A jack-o-lantern glows through the windows, silently greeting all who enter or pass by with a friendly smile.

As the days grow shorter and the snow begins to fall, tiny white candle lights appear in every window. They create a feeling of calm and comfort as they assist in preparation for a long and cold winter. The porch proudly sports a real Christmas tree, complete with twinkle lights, hand-strung popcorn, and crafty little ornaments. Boughs of pine and holly and garland complete the yuletide decor.

Oh geez- you don't even want me to get started on the living room and the kitchen and the cute backyard patio.

Can't you just picture it though? Wouldn't you want to spend a quiet weekend nestled at the end of this delightfully sweet street?

Pot of Gold: Imagination

May you always walk in sunshine.

May you never want for more.
May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door.

- Irish Blessing

I've always had an active imagination. However, sometimes I'm not sure if it's imagination or insanity that takes over my mind.

The little house above has a special significance to me and to this St. Patrick's Day. You see, when I was a wee one, and would accompany my parents for summer evening walks, we would routinely pass by this tiny structure.

Ever the curious child, I would always ask about who it was that lived in that little house. My parents, for whatever reason, told me that the little neighborhood leprechauns resided inside.

For years and years I believed this to be true. It seemed completely logical. It was the perfect size for minute little green men and their pots of gold.

Every time we would stroll past, I'd stare, crane my neck, and do everything in my power to catch a glimpse of these fun little people. I never did see one, but continued to believe my parents' claim.

Over the years, it has sported numerous paint schemes, had different flowers gracing the window boxes, and donned many sets of curtains. However, one thing hasn't changed. No matter how many times I jog past it or walk by with Charlie, or drive my car hastily by, I always think about those tiny magical men.

And, I'll admit it- I always look twice.

(*Note- It's actually a gardening shed. Too cute, huh? I sure wish I had one that was euqally spiffy.*)